Chapter 143 It Is Impolite Not to Reciprocate

Peter held the handle of the suitcase, "Madam, is it difficult to guess?"

"Since Mr. Lee announced his marriage, I guess you are the only lady to be his wife." When Rose
thought that the Linder family though she was Bright's mistress, she felt it ridiculous but she had to
suppress it.

"It only shows they're stupid." Peter burst into laughter.

"Peter, are you boasting about yourself?" Bright intervened.

"In Ginkgo Villa, you are the smartest, Sir." Peter said.

"Peter, the compliment used to work, but now it doesn't." Bright looked aside toward Rose's eyes and
eyebrows and warmth appeared in his eyes, making her feel warm, "Smart Mr. Lee's heart is now
tightly seized by Mrs. Lee. Peter, who do you think is more brilliant?"

Being watched by him, Rose felt shy and her fair face turned a bit red. How could she tightly seize his
heart?

His words sounded as if she was terrifying. Was she so terrifying?

"Sir, you're right. Madam is the most brilliant."Peter changed his words immediately.

"Peter, you haven't answered my question yet." Rose tried to pull back the topic.

"Madam, you're the only woman Mr. Lee has taken here twice. Besides, after he announced the
wedding, he only held Mrs. Lee's hand." Peter was quite right. He added after a pause, "He is neat
freak, so he must love you devotedly."



The implication was that Bright would not have affair with other women. A neat freak didn't like dirty
women.

"It's obvious that he is neat freak, but I haven't experienced his loyalty to love yet." Rose raised her
eyes, glancing at Bright who was beside her.

With one hand holding hers, Bright put the other one into the pocket, making him look quite chic,
"There's still time, and you'll know it one day."

While saying so, he raised his lips in a flirting way.

They went inside while talking.

Megan went outside of the kitchen with sweet fruit soup in her hands, "Welcome back, Sire and
Madam."

Rose was surprised, "Megan, why are you sure I'm Mrs. Lee? Aren't you afraid I'm his mistress?"

"You're so elegant and pretty. Why do you look down upon yourself?" Megan put the soup on the tea
table, "Mr. Lee never disappoints me. If he holds a lady's hand, she must be his wife."

Bright pushed her seated in the leather sofa, "Why are you so surprised?"

"It's inevitable." Rose sighed, "My parents gave birth to me, but they thought me to be so bad. But they
might not know when they look down upon me, they are actually looking down upon themselves as
well."

"I can't change their attitude, but they don't understand the fact." Bright's past experience made his low
voice sound especially stable and it consoled her, "Don't mind the words said by those who don't care
about you. It's like looking trouble for yourself."



"You are right." Rose's dim eyes became bright immediately.

She knew the reason why her parents thought she was Bright's mistress was that they never held any
hope to her, the daughter abandoned by them.

In their mind, it was impossible that Bright Lee would love her, a single mother with a daughter. It was
even difficult for her to be the other woman. It was not easy to be Mrs. Lee.

"Have the fruit soup so that you can feel sweet." Bright gave her a bowl of sweet fruit soup.

The soup contained pears, apples, oranges, cherries... as well as dates. So it looked colorful and
delicious.

Bright gave her a spoon of soup. Rose felt shy as Peter and Megan were right there.

"I'll have it myself." She tried to be calm, stretching the hands to take the bowl.

Peter and Megan turned their backs to them, telling Bright and Rose that they didn't see anything and
they could treat them as invisible ones. In other words, they could show love to each other.

"Don't you wanna test my loyalty? It's a perfect time." Bright didn't let her take the bowl.

"Next time." She touched the bowl with hands, but Bright peered at her without releasing the bowl.

Rose slightly twisted her eyebrows.

"I forget the mushroom soup in the kitchen. It's time for supper." Megan hurried to the kitchen.

"Let me help you." Peter followed her.

After they disappeared, Bright compulsively handed the spoon next to her mouth, "No one else is here
now. Have it."



She had to open her mouth, picked the fruit and chewed.

Bright took another spoon of soup, "Is it tasty?"

"Megan is so good at cooking." Rose thumbed up, "full score."

"If Megan hears your praise, she will be extremely glad, and it's better than any gift sent to her."Bright
gave her a third spoon of soup.

After being fed by him several spoons of soup, Rose tried to grab the bowl from him, "Fine. I have
hands and I can eat by myself. You'd better have the soup as well, or it will be bad for your stomach."

Rose took the bowl and drank the soup silently; however, Bright didn't move at all. Instead, he looked
at her interestedly, making her have an illusion that she was like the delicious fruit soup.

"Why are you looking at me?" She put down the bowl. She wasn't tasty, okay?

"Mrs. Lee, it is impolite not to reciprocate." Bright set up his arm with the back of the hand supporting
his head, sitting in a casual but graceful and charming way.

Of course Rose heard his implication. She whispered, "I didn't ask you to feed me."

"Yes?" Bright asked gently.

She smiled slightly, taking the bowl of sweet fruit soup and carefully fed him with a spoon.

A smile secretly appeared on his cold face.

He opened his mouth and drank the soup, satisfied. He enjoyed it very much.

He thought the soup was especially sweet because his wife fed him herself. How happy it was!



Rose fed him one spoon after another until Peter and Megan appeared again in the living room, but
they hid in one side, watching them.


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